George Wither
1588–1667
Poems (8)
- A Widow's HymnHow near me came the hand of Death,
- ChristmasSo now is come our joyful’st feast;
- I Loved a LassI Loved a lass, a fair one,
- Sonnet upon a Stolen KissNow gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes
- The Author’s Resolution, in a SonnetFrom “Fair Virtue”
- The ChoiceMe so oft my fancy drew
- The Lover's ResolutionShall I, wasting in despair,
- “Lord! when those glorious lights I see”Hymn and Prayer for the Use of Believers
